The following morning I stop at my office. Simone sits behind her desk, using her computer. She gathers up a stack of While You Were Out memos, passes them to me, and looks over her sexy horn-rimmed glasses. “Jory Sole canceled all of his visits with you, Sebastian. He said you would know why.”
I reach for the stack of memos, nodding my head. All the color in my face is lost and my body starts to go limp. Feeling completely depleted, on the verge of falling to the floor, I escape to my private office where I can be somber and alone.
Simone finds me about fifteen minutes later. She pops her head into my office and catches me wiping tears away from my eyes. The woman is a sweetheart, the sister I have never had, caring and supportive in everything I do at the center. No one could have a be
